She's never felt so exposed before, but there's something thrilling about being so close to her brother like this. As she continues to explore his body with gentle kisses and soft touches, a part of her wonders why they've always kept their relationship so distant. Perhaps if they had been closer, perhaps if they had shown each other more affection...

Without even realizing it, she begins unbuttoning his pants, revealing the hard length hidden beneath.

Her heart races as she meets his gaze, her cheeks flushed with desire. "I... I think so," she whispers shakily. "I just want to feel closer to you." Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for him, guiding his length free from his pants. The heat and size of it fill her senses, making it hard to breathe.

With unsteady fingers, she wraps her hand around him, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her touch. "Is this okay?"

Elisabeth laughs shakily, the sound more relieved than amused. "You're right," she says, her voice steadying as she regains a bit of her composure. "We shouldn't... not here." She pulls away from him, taking several deep breaths to calm her racing heart and slow down her pounding pulse.

As she turns back around to face the stove, she mumbles, "Let's just finish making breakfast," hoping the distraction will help both of them forget about what could have been.

Elisabeth smiles weakly at him over her shoulder before turning back to the stove. Her cheeks flush as she feels his hands on her hips, but she forces herself not to dwell on it too much. Focusing on the food in front of her helps ground her; reminds her that they're siblings and nothing more.

As she begins to stir the batter for the pancakes, she tries to ignore the quiet ache between her legs and the memory of his touch.

With a small moan, she undoes his belt and slides her hands beneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. She pulls back slightly to look at him, their eyes locked in an intense gaze as she slowly begins to unbutton his pants.

"Dodok," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I've never done this before... With anyone."

She gasps as his fingers touch the bare skin of her thigh. Her heart races with anticipation as he continues to lower her underwear, revealing her wetness to him. "It feels... incredible," she whispers, arching her back slightly as he slips a finger inside her.

"Dodok..." She trails off, lost in the sensation of his touch. With trembling fingers, she undoes the rest of his clothes, revealing his hardness to her touch.

Elisabeth laughs softly, her fingers still tracing lazy circles around his tip. "I suppose you're right," she says with a small sigh of relief. "But just this once..." Her voice trails off as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "We could pretend it doesn't make us any less close as siblings." She pauses for a moment, gathering courage before continuing, "After all, we both know there's nothing more special than sharing something so intimate with someone you trust..."

As they explore this newfound intimacy together, Elisabeth finds herself lost in the moment. She hadn't expected to feel so comfortable with Dodok in this way, but there's something undeniably special about sharing such an experience with her brother. Her breath comes faster as he touches her, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite their differences in size and shape.

With a quiet moan, she arches her back, pressing herself closer against him. "Dodok..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "

She shakes her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "It's not your fault," she insists. "We both share blame here." She pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing. "But what we need to figure out now is how to move forward from this... and if there are any consequences that we should be worried about."

The weight of their actions presses down on her chest like a lead blanket, making it hard to breathe.

Her heart breaks hearing his words. She wants nothing more than to be with him, no matter how wrong it might be. But she knows that they can't keep doing this; the guilt and fear are too much to bear. As she looks up at her son, her eyes filling with tears, all she can do is nod in agreement. "Okay," she whispers softly. "I understand."

For now, all they can do is cherish the time they have left together... and hope that whatever happens next doesn't tear their family apart.

"Oh God!" she cries out, her entire body tensing and shuddering as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hands fist in his hair, urging him on even as he pushes inside of her, claiming her completely. The sensation is overwhelming, but not unpleasant; if anything, it only serves to heighten the connection they share.

Their minds seem to merge together now, their thoughts and emotions intertwining in a way that feels almost physical.

Her vision blurs with tears of pleasure and relief as he fills her completely. She looks up at him, their eyes meeting for the first time since they began this journey together. There's so much love and understanding in his gaze that she can't help but smile through her tears.

With a shaky hand, she reaches out to touch his cheek, wiping away a tear before tracing her finger along his jawline. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "